i permit myself to think of you fondly
for one second on this rainy day
the fog coated windows like
glass limbs warmed with hot breaths, for one moment
i allow myself to think about what it will be like
when we speak again to imagine the heavy clouds
to muse---will they disperse? for one minute
on this water stained monday, the edges furled
like books or letters I allow myself to puff a cloud
of mourning like mist, to see it curl itself around me--
slowly, before its gone.